Jason Jordan. Jason Angle? Mike shrugs. It's meaningless to him, he's not really interested in this. Apparently Ambrose and Rollins have moved on, now that they've beat him and the Miztourage. He hugs his daughter, kisses her forehead and stares into her blue eyes. "No matter what, you never have to doubt your lineage. You know who your parents are, have known since your first breath and will know until our last." He tickles her lightly, adoring her soft giggles and chirpy babbling. He already loves her voice, even though she's still learning how to make sounds and can only say a handful of words properly.
"Daddy," she squeals, little feet kicking at his stomach as he laughs and tickles her more persistently. Her eyes are wide as she presses her fist into her mouth and he kisses it, feeling the pudgy rolls of her fingers.
"I love you, Sara Louisa," he hums against her soft hair, not wanting to let her go. Unable to imagine how difficult a decision it must be to give up a child. They look up AJ enters the room, her eyes shining softly. "Love you too, momma," Mike says louder, watching as her lips soften into a beautiful smile as she joins her family, kisses Sara on the nose, Mike on the mouth.
"This Angle thing is kinda bugging you, huh?"
He shrugs. "Not really, I guess I'm just struggling for an angle for MizTV, you know? I've been so focused on Ambrose, now I have to change gears and... it's just odd." He sighs. Bounces Sara a few more times on his knee. "And I'm relieved our children will never have to live through the uncertainty of such a thing. They'll just... always know, ya know?"
"Yeah." She strokes his face, smiling at Sara as she stares, enamored, at her dad. "Always."
From the moment Mike and Maryse walk into the arena, Bo and Axel look ridiculously apologetic, running around, getting whatever Mike and Maryse even absently mention wanting or needing, leaving them with nothing to do but lurk around the locker room and wait for MizTV. Mike sits on the couch, Maryse next to him, while they ponder things. "How was going boating with Heath and Rhyno yesterday?" Mike wonders, tired of thinking about what he wants to say to Jason, the questions he wants to ask him.
"It was beautiful," she sighs. "The lake was so gorgeous and peaceful. I could've stayed there for the rest of my life. Heath was more relaxed and calm than I've seen him before, it was incredible."
He smiles at her. "Well, glad you guys had that opportunity. He's pretty busy with his new school and everything, huh?"
She nods. "I believe he's setting up a Facebook live video on it right now." She picks at her clothes and stares at the monitor on the opposite side of the room. "I think MizTV is next."
"Yay," he sighs, standing up and reaching out for her. As soon as her hand is comfortably rested in his, he helps her up and leads the way to the ring, Bo and Axel following closely. It goes as expect, Jason fumbling through Mike's questions and comments about the whole drama with Angle, Mike quickly slipping into insults against Angle and his inability to wrestle, trying to work some fire out of Jason.
He gets it in spades, Jason ordering him not to insult Angle in front of him... and then suplexing Mike before he can even attempt any kind of offense, sending him sweeping through the air into Bo and Axel, downing all three of them at once as Maryse gapes on in disbelief. The three of them stagger up, watch Jason walk back up the ramp with a smirk on his face. Mike shakes his head and grits his teeth, twitching with anger. "Oh please, why is he so sensitive over his abandoner of a father who he's only known for five minutes?" he demands, kicking at a trash can on his way into the locker room, startling Heath, who looks up from where he's putting cheese on more crackers for Rhyno.
"Bad night?" he asks with a small smirk, greeting Maryse with a kiss before returning to the crackers.
"You could say that," he mumbles, slumping down on the couch and watching as Bo and Axel sniff around Rhyno's snack until they realize how the man is glaring at them, looking like he's about to attack. They scamper away and Mike chuckles a little, shaking his head as some of the tension leaves him. Yeah, what had happened in the ring had been stupid, humiliating, but there's nothing he can do about it for now. Next week, though, he thinks. I'll teach you some respect, Jordan.